Hmm, I might be telling stories like this:
"I was born in a year with a '1' at the start of it. I was born in a different millennium! I remember the start of the new one: me, I was only 15 years old, and people were afraid that all our computers and electricity and everything in our homes would shut off and we'd be back in the Stone Age! My father filled our bathtub with water, in case the water shut off, and we had candles and torches and tinned food in case we needed them. But we didn't need to worry: everything worked out fine, and the world didn't end, and we carried on as normal.
"Science, medicine and technology weren't as good as they are now. We had the Internet and computers, and fancy things called laptops, smartphones, Playstations and ipads. Well, we thought they were fancy and hi-tech! People died from all sorts of diseases that you probably haven't heard of today. And we were only just starting to realise that our technology and industry were polluting our planet, and if we didn't stop then we would pay for it later on.
"Back then, the United States of America was the most powerful country in the world, and everyone followed their culture and language (which was originally from England). We had different values back then, too: women could vote and slavery didn't exist (at least in most countries), but for a long time gay couples weren't allowed to marry, and in some places you could be imprisoned or killed just for being in love with someone of the same sex! In fact, there was a time before then (before I was even born) when, in some places, you couldn't marry someone of a different race! I kid you not! You may think that's backwards, but your children and grandchildren will say the same thing about your issues, mark my words.
"Oh, but there are lots of stories about that time ... too many of them for me to tell all at once. What do you know of that period in history?"
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It is easy to go down into Hell;
Night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide;
But to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air –
There's the rub, the task.
– Virgil, The Aeneid (Book VI)
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